Guest poem sent in by Shatarupa Ghoshal
(Poem #1798) I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. |
(translator unknown) I first came across Neruda’s poetry when I was in college. We studied him as part of the syllabus. Though poetry was never one of my favourite subjects, I found that I liked Neruda. There is something about the way he wrote that just captivates the reader, even a lay one like me. This poem quickly entered my halls of poetical fame because on some level I identified with the very literal movement from intense love to hatred and back again that the poem portrays. I am afraid that’s the best - and I know it is not nearly enough - I can do here. I hope those of you who read it, also fall in love with it the way I have. Shatarupa
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